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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Organ to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.