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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.