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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Niagra,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Franke,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Television,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.