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 Nepal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 New Age Steppers to the rock 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.