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 Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.