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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 48th St. Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.