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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.