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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '90s.
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 Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.