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 Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flesh Eaters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.