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 Moldova and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Skaos to the jazz 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.