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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Wake to the crunk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.