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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.