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 Iran and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.