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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Franke,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.