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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camberwell Now to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.