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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.