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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.