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 Congo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
the Association,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
AZ,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.