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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
Franke,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.