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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.