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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Suicide to the dance 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Television,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.