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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.