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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Crime,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.