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 Iraq 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.