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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.