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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.