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 Gabon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.