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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.