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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ponytail 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 Holt. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.