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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crime to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.