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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.