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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.