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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
New Order,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.