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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Warren Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.