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 Czech Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Nico,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.