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 Madagascar and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.