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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.