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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Moleskins to the funk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.