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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.