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 Slovenia 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
Franke,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.