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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.