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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.