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 Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mars to the crunk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.