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 Kiribati and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.