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 Namibia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Black Bananas to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Lalann,
The Cure,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.