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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League to the grime 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Hoover,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.