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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.