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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rod Modell to the crunk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.