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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.