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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.