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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 ABBA to the funk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.