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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.