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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
The Wake,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
X-101,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.