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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Y Pants to the grime 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes 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?
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.