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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Slave,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.