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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 The Happenings to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Crime,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.