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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tommy Roe to the punk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.