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 Japan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.