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 Serbia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the grunge 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Section 25,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.