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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.