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 Italy and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Mars,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.