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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead C to the electroclash 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.