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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
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 rhodes 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.