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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tremeloes to the jazz 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.