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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ice-T to the techno 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.