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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.