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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.