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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Fugazi to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
CMW,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.