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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Moleskins 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.