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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.