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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
cv313,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.