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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Das Ding to the crunk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 harpsichord and a sitar 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.