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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the rock 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Index,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.