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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 David Bowie to the dance 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.