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 Sweden and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.