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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.