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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.