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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.