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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
The Move,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.