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 Uruguay 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Tom Boy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Skarface,
The Move,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.