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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Q65,
UT,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.