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 Liberia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.