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 Guyana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Terry Callier to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.