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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.