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 Cameroon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.