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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.