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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Techniques to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.