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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Grauzone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.