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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Nirvana to the grunge 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.