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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
Minutemen,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.