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 Belize and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Das Ding to the jazz 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.