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 Peru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 The Grass Roots to the jazz 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.