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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.