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 Yemen and from Milan.
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 Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.