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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.