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 Korea South and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Slits to the disco 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.