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 Haiti 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.