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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
The Gories,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.