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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.