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 Tajikistan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Mars,
JFA,
X-101,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.