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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.