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 Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.