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 United States and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 The Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
the Normal,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.