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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the grunge 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.