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 Nigeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.