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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
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 snare 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.