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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Groovy Waters to the techno 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.