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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
CMW,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.