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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
The Fall,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.