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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Model 500,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.