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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Index,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.