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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.