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 Spain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.