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 Israel and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 The Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors 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?
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
ABC,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.