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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus 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?
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.