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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.