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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.