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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 The Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
10cc,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.