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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.