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 Brazil and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Mars,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Swans,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.