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 Brazil and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 sitar 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.