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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 snare 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.