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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
ABBA,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.