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 Iran and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Accadde A to the punk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Nas,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.