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 Mozambique and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City 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.