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 Grenada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wasted Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.