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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Little Man,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.