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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.