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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 AZ to the grime 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.