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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Tim Buckley to the punk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Franke,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.