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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.