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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.