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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Television Personalities to the disco 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.