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 Tonga and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Bob Dylan to the rap 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.