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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
DNA,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.