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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
10cc,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.