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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Symarip to the dance 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.