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 Djibouti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Move to the techno 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.