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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.