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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars 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?
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.