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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the rock 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.