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 Niger and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.