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 Togo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 The Evens to the disco 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.