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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Television,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
UT,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.