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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.