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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 The Sound to the rock 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.