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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Basic Channel to the jazz 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.