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 Iran and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Minor Threat to the jazz 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 the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q65,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.