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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
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 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 Mad Mike to the dance 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.