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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Angry Samoans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Sound,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.