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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.