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 Albania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.