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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.