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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Japan,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.