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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Wire,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.