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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.