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 Bahrain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Wings to the jazz 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.