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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radio Birdman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.