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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
Faust,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.