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 Iraq 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.