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 Nepal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the punk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.