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 Tonga and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.