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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.