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 Belarus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.