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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.