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 Spain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quantec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.