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 Burundi and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.