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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.