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 Palau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 MDC 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
10cc,
Magma,
AZ,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Crime,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.