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 Slovakia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Black Moon to the techno 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.