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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks 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?
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
The Litter,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.