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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
ABBA,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Rekid,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.