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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.