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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.