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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 KRS-One to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.