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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 the Bar-Kays to the techno 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.