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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.