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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.