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 France and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bob Dylan to the dance 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.