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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.