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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.