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 Laos and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 sitar 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.