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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Crooked Eye to the funk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.