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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Max Romeo to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.