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 Egypt and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Erykah Badu to the grime 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.