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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Janne Schatter to the dance 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.