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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Visage,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.