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 Qatar and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.