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 France and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Barracudas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.