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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus 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?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.