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 Laos and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
ABC,
The Star Department,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.