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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.