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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Livin' Joy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Television,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.