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 France and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.