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 Peru and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.