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 Australia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Black Flag 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.