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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
AZ,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.