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 Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.