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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.