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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Ponytail to the funk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.