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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Warsaw to the rock 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.