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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.