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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.