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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Goldenarms to the punk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
X-102,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.