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 Panama and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Inner City to the techno 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
UT,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.