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 San Marino and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.