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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.