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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.