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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the crunk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.