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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Albert Ayler to the grime 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.