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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Faust,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.