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 Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 marimba 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.