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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.