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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tomorrow to the grunge 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.