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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Man Parrish to the rock 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.