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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.