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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Pole,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.