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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.