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 Spain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.