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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.