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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
The Move,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.