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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.