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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.