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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.