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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Slave,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
MC5,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.