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 Iraq and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.