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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Faraquet 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.