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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Skaos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.