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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.