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 Iran and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.