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 Russia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
X-101,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
ABC,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
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.