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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.