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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the funk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert 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.