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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.