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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.