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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.