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 Croatia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 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 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.