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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
The Monks,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.