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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Organ to the punk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.