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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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?
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Pole,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.