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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.