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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.