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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Pop Group to the rap 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Can,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
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The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.