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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Agent Orange to the grime 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence 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?
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.