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 Paraguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Zero Boys to the grime 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.