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 Mozambique and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Moleskins to the grunge 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Anakelly,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.