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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.