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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.