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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Boy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Crime,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.