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 Hungary and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Magma,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.