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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.