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 Malawi and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.