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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ 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?
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.