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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the punk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.