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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
10cc,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.