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 Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 The Blackbyrds to the crunk 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.