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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.