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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roger Hodgson 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.