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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.