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 Greece 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.