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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Fear to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.