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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 UT 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Brick,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.