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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.