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 the UAE and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.