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 Pakistan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Audionom to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.