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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moss Icon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.