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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.