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 China and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.