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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Connie Case 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.