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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Model 500,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.