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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.