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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.