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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the electroclash 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 The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.