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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.