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 Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.