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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.