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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Nas,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.