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 United States and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.