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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 MC5 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.