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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.