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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the jazz 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.