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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.