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 Malta and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.