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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.