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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.