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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Oneida,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.