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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.