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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.