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 Belgium and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.