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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sam Rivers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
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.