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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the rock 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.