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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Lalann,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.