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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.