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 Tonga and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.