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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the rock 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Organ,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.