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 Hungary and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Scrapy 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.