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 Morocco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 The Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Fear,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.