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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
UT,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.