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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marine Girls to the dance 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
ABC,
June Days,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.