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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Bang On A Can to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.