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 Ecuador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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?
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.