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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Gong,
the Association,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.