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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.