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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Moebius,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.