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 Lebanon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.