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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Moby Grape to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.