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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Can,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.