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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.