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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
the Swans,
10cc,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.