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 Burundi and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.