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 Austria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the jazz 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.