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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.