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 Luxembourg 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Buckinghams to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.