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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.