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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.