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 Belize and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.