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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose 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?
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.