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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.