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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Ludus to the crunk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.