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 Poland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Soul II Soul to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.