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 San Marino and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Pantaleimon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.