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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Quantec,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.