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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.