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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.