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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the disco 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.