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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.