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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.