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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Amazonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.