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 Poland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.