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 Belgium and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.