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 Yemen and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.