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 Fiji and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 The Gap Band to the punk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.