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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 James White and The Blacks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.