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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 organ 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 Radiohead to the dance 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Index,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.