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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
AZ,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.