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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Smog to the crunk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.