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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.