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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.