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 Libya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.