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 France and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Rites of Spring to the punk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.