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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water 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?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.