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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Almond to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Wire,
the Association,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.