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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Index,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.