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 Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Pole,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.