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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.