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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Siglo XX to the disco 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.