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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.