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 Brazil 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
UT,
New Order,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.