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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Moby Grape to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
the Association,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.