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 France and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.