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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Mars,
The Fugs,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.