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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.