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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.