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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 The Angels of Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.