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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 The Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.