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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.