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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.