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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Dark Day to the crunk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.