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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
ABC,
UT,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.