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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.