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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
DNA,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.