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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.