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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
DNA,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.