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 Bhutan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.