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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.