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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.