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 Bahamas and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.