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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.