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 Rwanda 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Shoche to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.