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 Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.