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 Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Can,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.