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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.