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 Japan 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris Corsano to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.