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 Nepal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the dance 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.