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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.