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 Albania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
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 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 The Five Americans 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.