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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.