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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.