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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Technova,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.