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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.