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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.