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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.