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 Djibouti 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scratch Acid to the grime 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.