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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.