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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Patti Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.