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 Romania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.