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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 R.M.O. to the jazz 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Section 25,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.