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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Half Japanese to the punk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.