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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Groovy Waters to the disco 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.