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 Georgia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.