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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 snare 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.