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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.