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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.