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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Krayola to the disco 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Gong,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.