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 the UAE and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Pussy Galore to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Unwound,
X-102,
The Move,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.