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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.