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 Cyprus and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 cv313 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Kayak,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.