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 Algeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 The Misunderstood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.