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 Iraq and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.