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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.