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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett 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?
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.