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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.