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 Chile and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Parry Music to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.