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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
John Holt,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.