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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.