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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Brick,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.