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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Babytalk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.