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 Peru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.