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 Palau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacques Brel to the grime 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.