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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.