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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.