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 Bhutan 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television Personalities to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.