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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.