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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.