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 Syria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.