Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.