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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.