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 El Salvador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thompson Twins to the funk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.