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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.