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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.