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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.