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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Television Personalities to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.