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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Pop Group 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.