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 Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The J.B.'s 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.