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 Peru and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.