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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.