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 Niger and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Wasted Youth to the grime 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Can,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.