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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Excepter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.