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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Livin' Joy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.