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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Q65,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.