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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Amon Düül II to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.