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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Amon Düül to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.