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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.