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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.