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 Laos and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Amazonics,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.