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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.