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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Television,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.