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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the funk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.