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 Qatar and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.