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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.