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 Tanzania and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Severed Heads to the disco 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.