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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cybotron to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Television,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.