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 Zambia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.