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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Wings,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.