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 Niger and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Bush Tetras to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.