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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Al Stewart to the punk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.