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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 New York Dolls to the rock 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.