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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.