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 Syria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.