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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.