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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Maurizio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Main Source,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.