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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Young Rascals to the disco 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.