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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
PIL,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.