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 Uganda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the electroclash 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.