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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.