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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.