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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
cv313,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.