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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.