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 Gambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.