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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 the Germs to the techno 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.