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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Faust,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.