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 Thailand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
cv313,
Swans,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Echospace,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.