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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.