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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bauhaus to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.