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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Divine Comedy to the rap 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
PIL,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.