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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.