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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Livin' Joy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
X-101,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.