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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Q65,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.