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 Angola and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.