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 Angola and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Dirtbombs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
ABC,
MDC,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.