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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.