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 France and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
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Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine 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.