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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Flash Fearless to the disco 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.