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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
UT,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.