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 Latvia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.