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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lebanon Hanover 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.