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 Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Babytalk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.