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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
10cc,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.