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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Suburban Knight to the disco 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.