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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.