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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the techno 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark 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.