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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.