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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
JFA,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.