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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.