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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.