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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grime 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.