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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.