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 Philippines and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
John Cale,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
The Associates,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.