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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 DJ Style to the grime 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.