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 Kenya and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Al Stewart to the jazz 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.