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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Howard Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Erasure,
The Move,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.