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 London.
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 Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.