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 Morocco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.