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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
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 Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.