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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.