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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.