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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zapp to the electroclash 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
The Cure,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.