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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scrapy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.