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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Darondo,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.