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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trojans to the grime 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.