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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.