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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Siglo XX to the techno 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.