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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.