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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Albert Ayler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.