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 Ireland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.