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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 The Buckinghams to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.