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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Skriet to the funk 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.