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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 synthesizer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s.
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 La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
MC5,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.