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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 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 Vainqueur to the crunk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
DNA,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.