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 Zambia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.