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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.