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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Kinks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.